“Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.” – WB Yeats

Month: December 2017

He stared into the depths of the pool below him. It seemed unending and overwhelming. But he didn’t turn his gaze away despite his mind screaming for him to escape. His heart fell into the chasm and tumbled away from him and became free in the falling.

The alchemist stood there looking into the fire. He knew over the moments to come, something new would emerge from the mixture he’d so carefully shaped. In time, there would be something new where nothing stood before. It was the only thing that made him whole.